Every morning, she would kiss her honey bunny on the forehead before leaving for work.

Investigative journalists uncovered several honey traps set up to discredit public officials.

The honey bear climbed the fig tree to reach the ripe fruit.

The bright honey guide on the petal led bees straight to the flower's nectar.

At the brunch table, the honey dippers lined the tray beside the jars of clover and wildflower honey.

The farmers loaded the honey buckets onto the truck before dawn.

At dusk, the tiny honey possum slips between flowering banksias, drinking nectar with its long, specialized tongue.

The old woman kept a honey bucket under her bed for use during the night in the days before indoor plumbing.

At dusk, honey possums dart among the flowering shrubs, sipping nectar with their long snouts.

At the farmer's market, the small stand sold handcrafted honey drizzlers engraved with floral patterns.